My Resumé of Hate.

It's time to come clean with you people: I'm a terrible person.  It has been made clear to me that not only am I a racist, but also a sexist.  I never intended to become one, but unfortunately for me I ended up having an opinion.



The racism part is easy to explain: I think Barack Obama is a terrible president.  I just don't think he's done a good job.  He seems more interested in being cool and campaigning than he does in actually leading the country.  In think he's more interested in catering to special interest groups when issues that affect the country as a whole are not being tended to.  I also don't think he has any ideas as to how to truly fix any of these problems as he just wants to keep raising taxes instead to doing some sensible measures.  Obviously, all of this is because he's a black guy.

There's still this weird undertone of "If you don't like Obama then you're a racist" that pops up here and there.  Sure there's some people out there who don't like him simply because he's black, but there's also many of us who don't like him because of his choices and policies.  But we're back to the old fighting like a six year old tactic of lying to change reality, and claiming something is "hate speech" simply because you don't agree with it.

But this is old news.  Let's talk about me being a sexist.  I discovered this because I've been informed that Seth MacFarlane's little song and dance number at the Oscar's is all about hate.



DAMMIT!  I thought I was being all open to diversity because it had a gay men's chorus in it and I'm still trying to make up for hating all them there gays by eating at Chik-Fil-A.  But no, I'm a terrible sexist because I laughed my ass off.  I don't know what's wrong with me in that I lack the empathy to feel bad for these poor women who were sitting there in gowns that cost more than my annual income and were being systematically called out for choosing to get a bit naked in front of the camera.  Maybe if they hadn't made so much money from it I'd be a better person and feel bad.



Now, the person who let me know this is about "hate" is a woman whom I like a lot.  She's a smart, funny filmmaker.  Tons of talent.  We just disagree about this, so I'm not going to throw out a link to her blog because I don't want anyone going over there and leaving snarky comments.  However, she's truly offended by this so what she should do is make video entitled "We Saw Your Junk", make a nice little song and dance number about it, post it up on YouTube and watch the hits come on in.  Living well is the best revenge and making some coin off of a clever retort is nice.

So let's see.  I don't like Obama, so I'm a racist.  I laughed at that Seth MacFarlane bit, so I'm a sexist.  I still eat at Chik-Fil-A, so I'm still hating those gays.  Oh wait, I nearly forgot, those parents who are being pissy with a school for refusing to let their son use the girls bathroom because of a label they slapped on their kid are morons so obviously I must hate transgender people too.

(Sindenote: STOP LABELING KIDS.)



So that's me.  Big ball o' hate.  I wouldn't blame you all for blocking me from whatever social media I may or may not be one and leaving me all alone with my hate.

Or you could understand that having different point of view isn't hate.  Laughing at satire isn't hate.  Eating Chicken sammiches isn't hate.  And finally the diversity that the people who hurl about allegations of "hate speech" and the like are trying so hard to defend needs to still include white, straight guys too.  Otherwise I'm going to have to find some sort of minority status to claim to fit in.  Which likely wouldn't be too difficult as sane people are getting scarce.

One of those Boobs is a Ringer

Ouch. Its Wednesday, September 14, 2011, I'm finally figuring out what day it is, and this is The Side. Not been a good week so far. I've been off my game, but I'm pretty sure I'm on the road to getting it back. That road included a demolition job. I haven't been this sore in quite a while. Pulling up a subfloor that has urine-rusted nails in it isn't terribly good for one's temperament.

Still, just happy to be working at this point.

TELEVISION: RINGER

The CW network has been pushing RINGER for a while now. Its Sarah Michelle Gellar's big return to TV, and she was the CW's big "IT" girl back when the network was the WB and she was Buffy. The ads looked interesting enough, and there's not much on nowadays to catch my interest. I tuned in and hoped it would at least be passable.

It started off well enough. We meet Bridget and she's pretty interesting. She in AA and also the witness protection program. She witnessed a murder, and the guy that did it has no qualms about offing her too. She runs to go see her twin sister, Siobhan. Gellar plays both roles and does a pretty good job of it. She's making me forget about Buffy and showing some pretty decent acting chops.

Then we get to the boat scene. I nearly changed the channel.

This was some really shoddy production work. It was obvious as a boulder in the driveway that it was shot against a green screen. The wind and splashing water looked like the effects on the Universal Studios tour I went on years ago. It was pretty lame stuff.

Then the bottom dropped out. This show shifted gears like a gangbuster. Double blinds, missing people, FBI agents, affairs, holy crap!! The next thing I know I've going about a dozen questions as to what the hell is really going on and I'm riveted to the show. Everybody's got an angle and you've got no clue which way they're coming from. The only one that we can get a solid fix on is Bridget. As least we've got a solid idea about here. She's on the run from a killer and the only place she's found where she can hide may be even more dangerous than where she was in the first place. I wasn't ready for this at all.

I don't know how long they are going to be able to keep this level of suspense up, but they've got a regular viewer here who is fully on-board for this ride.

BOOBS!!

I like boobs. I like legs, butts, eyes, the whole nine yards. However, today I'm going to talk about boobs, because of something stupid: "Booberday". There's an internet meme called "Caturday" in which on Saturday people will post funny and/or cute pictures of cats. Well, now someone is trying to make "Booberday" a thing in which on Saturday people post pictures of boobs and cleavage. Now, you're probably thinking, "Hey, this is the internet. If that's what you're supposed to do on 'Booberday', then isn't everyday 'Booberday'?" Technically, yes, but the difference between Booberday and every other day on the internet, you're supposed to post pictures of boobs and cleavage to help fight breast cancer.

If any of you heard that and was wondering what that sound was, that was the sound of my head bouncing off my desk at the stupidity of having to type that last sentence.

Yep. Kinda a dull thud.

By know most of us are aware of the "Save the Ta-Tas" campaign with the slogan on pink t-shirts and wrist bands and such. Purchasing these items sends a direct donation to a reputable breast cancer research fund. Yes, its a bit irreverent, but we know what the cause is and we know where the money is going. So we have a cheeky slogan as opposed to some guy saying we should post cleavage and boob pictures every Saturday. I seriously doubt to the Booberday stunt is going to raise any money that could be considered significant. But then a bunch of people who like boobs and cleavage will get to see pictures of boobs and cleavage.

Yes, there is something to be said for using a spectacle to draw attention to something important. However, if everyone is paying attention to the spectacle without giving a damn about that something important then you've pretty much failed in you mission.

MUSIC!!

I love everything about this video. The seamless transition from studio to live tracks is awesome.


That's it for me. Time to make the do-nuts. I mean that figuratively of course. If I made actual do-nuts for a living my quest to get back in fighting shape would be doomed. See y'all Friday.

Did the Earth move for you?

Recently there has been a lot of earthquake activity. Pretty bad one's too. Sometimes the planet gets a bit testy with things like earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. I do remember that a lot of people figured California was going to have fallen into the ocean by now. The San Andreas Fault Line was pretty much the entry point for student to learn about plate tectonics. We knew California gets a lot of Earthquakes, and then we learned why. The Earth is really quite a nice place to live, but there's always something going on with it. It doesn't just sit quietly and sin through space. Parts are moving and sometimes some really spectacular and dangerous stuff happens. And of course it all quite fascinating and has been studied forever and a day.

But really all those geologists don't have a clue as to what they're talking about, because fortunately we've had a nice sensible Muslim Cleric inform us that the earthquakes are because women are not dressing as modestly as they should.

So are we as a society willing to risk more earthquakes for the sake of short skirts and low cut tops? It was a very hard question and one that was answered by SCIENCE! "Boobquake" started out on Facebook and led to two events in which ladies gathered to show off the goods. Translation: lots o cleavage. They did this to see if they could cause an earthquake. Well, nothing happened, which kinda sucks because it would have lent itself well to my theory that Global Warming is caused buy the simultaneous existence of Christina Hendricks, Dichen Lachman, and Zhang Ziyi.

Such a terribly blow to the woman's liberation movement. It seems they can't change the world. No earthquakes. Although that volcano in Iceland did start settling down about the same time as Boobquake. Perhaps the Cleric was wrong and we're getting earthquakes due to not enough cleavage. These questions demand answers. And those answers demand boobs.

HIDE YOUR EYES!

Warning: the image below may be deemed inappropriate for some fanboys as it will cause them to flee for their bathrooms yelling for their mothers not to bother them for the next few minutes.



Yeah. That's the picture I mentioned. Maybe it was overstating things to say the heroes were "ogling" Supergirl's boobs. They're obviously studying them and marveling at how her Kryptonian spine must be much stronger than a normal human's.

Seriously, what the hell were they thinking running with this. I know the character and many other jailbait super-heroines have been objectified for years and years, but this is ridiculous. The current Supergirl has been struggling to be readable since her debut. This is not helping matters. There needs to be a modification to the costune that includes a whole shirt. Yeah, I know, what the hell an I thinking? Shouldn't I know by know that skin sells, even if it's underage?

It takes more than skin to make me a fan of a character. She's finally getting good character development and is being blessed with having talented writers handling her. Drop the objectification.